บท 117: Chapter 117: Three Battles at Chaotic Burial Mound

Outer Sect Main Hall, Household Court.

A cultivator clad in green rushed hurriedly to the registration office.

He looked around and asked the supervisor sitting behind the desk in astonishment, "Where are the people?"

The supervisor, busy writing in the ledger, replied without lifting his head, "They've left."

"What?"

The green-clothed cultivator's eyes widened as he shouted, "How could you let them escape!"

He was anxious and angry, his rather handsome face turning red with fury, as if fire was about to burst from his eyes.

"Hmph!"

The supervisor snorted coldly, putting down his cinnabar pen, and arrogantly replied, "When I, Wang Chen, handle matters, I don't need to explain myself to you!"

The green-clothed cultivator was left speechlessly choked up.

But he didn't dare to confront the other, only able to lower his voice and say, "Supervisor Wang, please excuse me, this person could very well be the fiend that killed my uncle!"